The Long Waves


Divisions of Earth and Sea


The night’s edge
As buffer between us —
The flame of the moon

On gray starry waves

Compress eras like
A bride a bridge
For two philosophies

Two conceptions of roles
And what is veritas

You on the staccato shore
Me on the drawn out omen’s cliff
As someone who parallels

And morphs

Sings hosannas obliquely
Before and after
The jazz of laughing crises

I must

Find a way
To lift three curtains
And jail the drive to fall

It matters not if you’ve moved on
It makes no difference if you’ve run away
My fiction sells me fate

For a pence
And fate removes the sting and the nail

How long before you look
At the one who dares with you
Dares all like an assassin

Without weapons

How much longer will the fiction
Of our
Caustic divorce

Prevent the resurrection?



—by Douglas Pinson


The Long Waves
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